Jaina the Sex Slave Ch. 56

"You two can go," Roric said to the girls. "Go and serve me."

Gisley and Evalynn held hands as they smiled and left the tent, leaving Jaina firmly rooted to Roric's lap. He stood up and bent her over, folding her arms over her back. She trembled to know what was coming next as he used one hand to pull her hips into his waist.

Then it began as Roric showed her no mercy. He pounded her body with rapid shallow strokes, the knot pressing at her clit from inside. Jaina loved this sensation of helplessness and absolute use. She was being fucked by a gnoll who had captured her and turned her into a fuck slave. Her body ran wet, turning his thrusts into slaps that could be heard over her pants. She shook with every impact, her breasts dancing wildly as her hair scraped the floor. Her legs trembled as the passion built inside until the magic of the slave collar pushed her over.

"Oh, master!" she cried, throwing her head back to scream. "Fuck me!"

Roric growled and began to pull her into his thrusts, driving his cock and knot deeper. She felt that extra depth, especially from the knot, and began to wail with every rapid thrust. Her voice came out in rapid pants, unable to keep up with the pounding from behind. Outside she heard Evalynn's voice as the gnoll guards finally got their chance to have her. Roric had only made about a dozen of them so far, but that was more than enough to keep Evalynn busy. They would ravage her body as she became their prisoner, a toy to satiate their desires.

Gisley would likely flutter away, heading to her magical pond where she would make some home choices of her own. She was looking forward to adding some touches to the lodge on the lake and some magical tools to her hidden cave.

Jaina moaned as the next orgasm rocked her trembling body. Roric was still thrusting hard, driving his knot deeper than it had ever been before. Jaina tried to rub her thighs together as she shook from absolute pleasure. The blessed moment had finally come, and she looked forward to being his slave girl.

Two orgasms later, she actually felt tired. Her body was ready for a rest, but Roric was still hard at it, his thrusts never slowing. She closed her eyes and let her mind melt as he drove her to a fifth orgasm that sexual escalation made wonderful. She heard him growl as he wrapped a hand over her shoulder and thrust hard. Inside, something exploded and convulsed, filling her with a sense of warmth. A shared orgasm went off, and she had one of the best of her life, sending her voice soaring as she hopped on her toes.

Roric held her with his body firmly rooted inside. He waited for her breathing to slow, then carefully sat on his throne and pulled her into his lap. She turned sideways and curled to his chest as he began to stroke her head, a tear in his eye.

"I love you, my Jaina," he whispered. "Will you be mad at me if I keep you mostly to myself?"

"I am yours to keep," Jaina whispered. "I would only be mad at you if you didn't keep me when you wanted to."

Roric nodded and rested his muzzle on her head, the two of them unable to believe they had found a life full of such wonderful magic. He looked forward to the days and weeks ahead, dreaming of a life of sexual pleasure with his beauties.

"You know we can't do this all the time, or it will get stale," Roric said. "But we can do it enough to make it our thing."

"I will do it forever if that is your wish," Jaina replied as she nestled in tighter. "I just want you to keep me as your slave."

"We will travel sometimes, and people will visit," Roric explained. "I want you girls to see the world and have the chance to experience its wonders."

"I am sure the others will be happy to hear that," Jaina sighed and had a naughty thought. "Will you take more girls?"

"Maybe one or two more," Roric answered. "If we can find one special enough to compare to the three angels I already have.""

"Gisley is the angel," Jaina laughed. "Evalynn and I are more like devils."

"All of them are angels to me," Roric said. "But you are my goddess."

"Your slave goddess," Jaina cooed. "I am the goddess of sex and slavery."

Roric shook his head and hugged her tightly as his knot finally pulled from her body.

"No, you are the goddess of boundless compassion and sincere love. Your blessing is your body, and your worshipers flock to fall at your feet."

"Hmm, I don't think I can evolve into a goddess," Jaina laughed. "But I like the idea of it."

"Speaking of that when do you evolve?" Roric asked.

"Level forty," Jaina replied. "At level forty, I become a full-fledged mimic, and then the fun really starts."

They cuddled on his throne sharing in the glow of their love while listening to Evalynn serve her purpose someplace outside. It was a wonderful moment and a great triumph until Roric bolted up from his throne and nearly dropped Jaina to the floor.

"Is something wrong?" Jaina asked as he looked shocked.

"As the maser of your collars, I can feel all of you no matter where you are," Roric said in a voice that trembled with worry.

"So?" Jaina pressed, growing concerned herself.

Roric looked down at her with a lost expression as he uttered the words that chilled his soul.

"Gisley just died."